Luyện nghe bài hát Sasquatch

After filling my reputation of beaters
Soared to Taco Bell and I ordered some (Mmm, that's good!)
Wanted four more, ordered 'em, eat 'em
head to Thebe's house for some gymnastics
Fantastic, I backflip on beat B
Cause we running like the Dingleberry's on four cheetahs
Flow colder than Papa or Domino's (Fuck it, whatever, um)
scratched inside the knucks
Got some One Direction tickets, I should hit up
by with puppy signs plastered on the truck
Then see how many of they fans could fit inside the
Move the microwave and the cannabis
Try to take the van and the whole to Canada
Fuck the block and the venues, they can't handle us
can't stand us including fruits that Frank's channeling
The Ku Klux see me and my managers
But thank me they ask where the Five Panels is (fuck)
Man, I now, I ain't still dope (nope)
But Chris and Rihanna's fuckin' again so there's still
Oh fuck, I went there, bitch, I'm Ben's hair
Y'all barely breaking like Taco's self-esteem in a chair
Old Navy bitches love this gap, this grin's rare
a nigga smile like five-year-old child
I'm kicking it with Nak and the nigga from Mile, it's
Red Bull in this cup so a nigga may seem but
That's just all the sherm I was burning a little ago
Don't let me get of that rifle
my nigga Sage Elsseser and Sean Pablo
Surrounded by them niggas that skate with a style
And some freckled with giant peaches that's vile
never did catch that rhino

Squadron full of lost souls
of all, it's autumn and Nak just nollied a pothole
Non-cooperative with his wishes for college
And coppers labeled a problem since paying for
So shimmy through the swamp, nigga, follow me the foxholes
Moral Orenthal with a pretty bitch in a
Hopped right off the and stumbled into some Vatos
Threw a punch, got jumped, dusted off and then home
Shit, it's like 6 p.m. and his temple
Hand in the cabinet by seven, sniff the oxies
Logo in the boxes, all my niggas
of your crosses, scoffing at your doctrines
Bitches stupid as the group is
Only slightly, precise to get a pussy nigga two chins
Man these stitches shut the loose lips, stumbled in a Chris
Slid into a and hid the luggage from his shroom trips
See, Lionel ball Leonardo on the weekend now
And Maui on a route, we on the second season now
Small fry got 'em seasons salty, weeded,
Ease up off me, end is breathing easy as barfing
From a different breed of doggy, from a seed and cloth
And teeing off, it's Golf Wang, nigga